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Suddenly he uttered a proud cry and slid the absurd figure on to Riekje's plate, but no sooner did it touch the earthenware than it broke in two, and ran into an indistinguishable mass. He tried again and again, until the mannikin could stand on its legs. Then he gave him a slice of apple for a head, to make him look more natural.
Then I pushed from me the man who had a mother, and whom I was to restore to that mother; I thrust him back under the water, before I saved him. Forgive me, O Lord, and if I must be punished for this, punish me only." Then he left the church and thought deep down in his heart: "Now there is no one living who can say that Riekje's child is not my child." "Hey!
Nelle, who had not seen this, struck the palm of her left hand with her right fist, complaining bitterly. "What are we to do without milk, Dolf? I must go to town myself. These big lads think of nothing but their love, Tobias." "If I produced the milk from under Riekje's chair, would you kiss me, mother?"
When they moved, the candlelight struck Dolf's shaven chin, Riekje's red lips, their necks or their pierced ears, as the sun strikes the belly of a fish below the water. Kettles, saucepans, and pots shone on the shelves and the shadows in the corners were soft as velvet. "What is the matter, Riekje?" cried Dolf suddenly, "you are as white as those plates in the cupboard, and your eyes are closed.
Then he knelt down in the dark corner, far from the men and women who had come out of respect for the dead, and these words were mingled with his prayer: "God, Father of men, forgive me also; I saved this man from drowning, but my courage failed when I first saw that it was my Riekje's seducer, and I desired vengeance.
Dolf broke in, heartily laughing, and throwing one arm round his mother's neck, while he held the other hidden behind his back. "Be quiet, bad boy," said Nelle, half in anger, half jokingly; "how can there be any milk under Riekje's chair?" "Will you kiss me?" he replied blithely. "Once twice "
Then, without waiting for a reply, Dolf threw his arm round Riekje's waist, raised her from her chair, and pressed his young lips upon her neck. But Riekje half turned her head, and they kissed one another warmly on the lips. "Riekje," said Dolf, licking his lips in a greedy fashion, "a kiss like that is better than ryspap." "Nelle, let us do the same thing," said Tobias.
Dolf heard a voice say within himself: "Die, Jacques Karnavash; there is not room in the world for you and Riekje's child." To this another voice replied: "Live, Jacques Karnavash, for it would be better to strike your mother dead." "There's Dolf bringing Madame Puzzel back with him," said Nelle, after about an hour.
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